Devil's Dance Floor Novels & Stories

Devika didn't move an inch. He again said, " come here". But this time more loudly. Devika doesn't want to earn another slap, so she walked towards him. He pulled her on his lap and said, "I am playing music. You will dance like a slut for me to excite me. If you fail to do so. Then I will throw you into burning coal." Devika couldn't tolerate his humiliation anymore. She yelled," never. I will never do this type of dance for you. You are sick".

CALEB I gulped down the brandy and licked my lips as I stared at the dancefloor filled with ladies dancing seductively to the heavy beats of the music playing in the clubhouse. ‘The dancefloor’, as we call it, is a place in the clubhouse where atrocities and sex-making are found. It is easier to find a lady on the dancefloor than on the streets. That is one place that I hated in the clubhouse, and that place is what makes me avoid coming here with my crazy friends.

If only that's possible. I dart my eyes around the sins taking place in this evil hall. The dance floor is flooded. The girls are adhering to the rules that guarantee their safety in this place by entertaining the hungry beats who are taking excessive pleasure in what they have invested in. The sight of the girl's naked ass grinding on the men's fronts while these dogs rummage their hands on every inch of the girls' bodies is impairing my vision. Ajay is right on one thing, these men are shameless disrespectful sex maniacs!

Chapter 01: How It All Started Devon’s P.O.V Dancing around the cold-hard pole as the erotic music began to play. The D.J. turned the beat slower as they release the cryo effect making the whole stage smokey, helping the laser beam and light beams to be visible.

I say, place a soft kiss on her cheek and start to caress her shoulder and arm, placing my other hand on hers in my lap. The music starts again and the red lights getting on, dancers in leather and metal, with leather collars and leashes comming to the middle of the dance floor, whipping each other with leather whips. If you know what this is about you see the doms and the subs, you understand what is going on but Veronica doesn't. She has big eyes filled with fear, the colour left her face and she frantically looks from me to the dance floor and back to me. " what is going on?" she asks, looking at me shocked

But the predatory glint in the eyes of the few patrons I had already glimpsed as Devlin led me through the club painted a far more degrading picture. The "Devil's Club" lived up to its ominous name. Beneath the dazzling facade of glittering chandeliers, plush velvet seating, and the clinking of expensive drinks, lay a palpable tension, a sense of something dark and dangerous coiling just beneath the surface. The clientele were a disturbing mix of impeccably dressed men with cold eyes and rougher-looking individuals whose gazes lingered on the dancers with a possessive hunger that made my skin crawl.

And our floor had the most fun. Though all members could change from different floors. Depending on what they were in the mood for. A sexy song comes on and Daciana starts moving in a way I have never seen before. She looked so sexy and free. I was smiling and cheering her on, my attention fully on what was happening in the middle of the room. Our makeshift dance floor. Suddenly, everywhere went quiet and I could have sworn it looked darker too. I was still drunk out of my mind so I thought I just didn’t blink and my eyes darkened. But after closing and opening my eyes more than five times, I accepted it was truly darker than it had been.

Devon urged as one of our favorite songs started to play on the stereo, the beats so loud that my heart pounded in tune with it, hammering against my ribcage with every drum-beat. The three of us got up from our seats and headed to the dance floor, trying to burst out moves that we didn’t have and yet, no one seemed to care. It was past eleven on a Friday night and the dancefloor was packed with swaying, sweaty bodies, grinding against one another. Having the coolest moves was the least of their problems.

"Certainly, ma'am." Giggling I put my hand on his and together we padded to the middle of the dance floor. Our hands entwined, and his other hand rested on my open back as we began slowly moving to the music. Even though all this exposure and proximity disturbed my conscience, the devil awakened inside craved revenge, and I would make bloody sure to quench her thirst. I swayed my hips to the bits as my curls waved in the air while cackling at jokes I was trying to make that failed miserably. As the song ended another man I remembered as Mr. Hart from the board came forward with a stretched hand.

ELIRA This is the wildest thing I have ever done in my life. My jaw is nearly hitting the floor as I scan the incredibly packed expanse of this room. If I ever need an imagery for sin, this is definitely it. “What do you think?” There’s a smile in Brie’s voice as she asks, standing beside me on the edge of the dancefloor as our eyes scan the exuberant space. The dancefloor—already completely packed with writhing drunk bodies—is a circle, one that glitters with light we cannot see, light I can only assume marks the space from underneath the marbled floor.